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The Screaming Banshee

They have a termagent for a mother. I have become increasingly irritable lately. I have difficulty sleeping and I feel pressured to get school done every day in order to take time off for this baby to finally GET HERE already. I have done a lot of yelling and that's probably why this baby won't come until he's good and ready. Who wants a mother who yells all the time? He's probably in there thinking, "Take a chill, Mom." I know all of them are thinking that while I'm screaming like a banshee. Lately, I have noticed a peculiar trait in my oldest son that has exasperated me. This week, he left a garbage bag in the garage without putting it in the garbage can. Not putting the garbage in the trash can in the garage is a big no-no in our house because the dang dog is a bad dog when it comes to trash. She had gotten into the bag and the trash was strewn all over the garage. As I am "reprimanding" him for this and telling him he has to clean up the mess, he stares at me with no emotion on his face. He gives no indication of what he is thinking although having been there I know exactly what he is thinking. At least he has the brains to keep his thoughts to himself. The kid would thrive in the military even at ten years old. Caleb, on the other hand, will look at me like I've lost my mind. Justin will become exasperated and huffily say, "Okay!" Aidan will get this scared look on his face and hurriedly say, "Sorry, Mama," after I yell at him for making another mess. When I stopped breastfeeding Aidan at a year old, there was something about myself that I noticed right away. For an entire year, I had been calm. There was hardly any yelling and our home was peaceful. As soon as I stopped breastfeeding, the screaming banshee came back. I told my husband last night that maybe this time I should breastfeed longer than I normally do just so we can keep the monster at bay. He thought that was a good idea. If I could, I would breastfeed till the kid were five years old, but I think that's just nasty, so that idea wouldn't work. Most of the time, I consider myself a calm and easy-going mother of four boys with one on the way. That one on the way, though, has given his mother quite a boost of hormonal craziness.

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